There she was, just a-walking down the street, singing, "Do wa diddy, diddy dum, diddy do." Snapping her fingers, and stomping her feet, singing,

Gasp!

He was the bright, crystal waters of the Mediterranean. She was the deep, muddy waters of the North Sea. Mixed together, they were the Bay of Biscay - prone to shipwrecks.

I was busy rubbing mashed monkey glands into my scalp. Mme Wong had sworn that this was the best baldness cure known to science & worth the huge pricetag. It smelt a little like nu

the sky was dark and the air was muggy, it has been three days since the accident has happened and we have still had no communication from the outside world.

What would Jabba the Hutt look like snowboarding the halfpipe?

It was dark, clouds covered the sky. I stood there in the middle of the street, looking around.

A pessimist, an optometrist, an oncologist and a talking prune walk into a bar. The bartender says to the group "What would you like?" The pessimist says "Meh, you won't have it."

Bummer. He had the aquarium scheduled for 7 am and here he was, up at 3, on folding story, hoping to buffer his digital superiority over untold strangers on a quest for righteous

All he did was grin, flex and say, "Ciao Guys!"

"And if you put on the patented helmet, you can feel the warmth of an actual human hug..." Becca scoffed at the commercial. She had cats, what was the use of hugs? Her apartment

"Kiddies, here's another picture of me being photobombed by time," said Granny. It was the only way she knew how to explain being old but young at heart. Her wrinkles deceived

During intense raining, the cat suddenly started starring into grannys eyes just to realize that overall

A new social network for positive messages only kicked me out after one post. They thought this wasn't positive: "I like how everything is orange here ... very Jim Jones-esque."

I was pretty pathetic, I never read stories I didn't help write. I vainly just focused on my own. Because of this, I began to lack in forming original ideas. So I decided to

I called the helpline. "What's the capital of ex-Upper Volta, aka Bukina Faso?" It was a trick question. The answer is Ougadougou, but pronounced Wagadugu. "Are you suicidal?" said

Staring at the screen you realize that there must be some kind of FoldingStory conspiracy going on. How does story stay relevent and funny? Then that red head FBI agent walks into

It was 4:19pm on April 20th. We'd road-tripped all the way from Portland, Maine to Weed, California & felt as if we'd been preparing our entire lives for what was about to unfold.

"I'm boooored." Cara complained to her roomate. "Cool." Mae mumbled, not looking up from her laptop. Cara glared at Mae before pouncing on her. "ENTERTAIN ME."

When they were younger they were stoners, but now it's crystal meth. They are perfect for eachother. He has a huge supply of razors, and she is covered in cuts. They both look